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“Just a sec.”
She grabbed a softsided sixpack cooler from the front footwell. The lid was tucked inside it, along with a pack of those round drumhead window sunshades, a pack of stick-on mesh sun screens, a collapsible umbrella and a windshield ice-scraper stood upright, a tub of wet-wipes, a slim box of tissues, a notebook with a pen looped in the spiraled wire binding, a tire gauge, and a couple of maps. A pair of utility gloves hung over one side, allover plastic-dotted like the feet of toddler pjs. She put the cooler in back with the folded blanket. He got in.
She grabbed a softsided sixpack cooler from the front footwell. The lid was tucked inside it, along with a pack of those round drumhead window sunshades, a pack of stick-on mesh sun screens, a collapsible umbrella and a windshield ice-scraper stood upright, a tub of wet-wipes, a slim box of tissues, a notebook with a pen looped in the spiraled wire binding, a tire gauge, and a couple of maps. A pair of utility gloves hung over one side, allover plastic-dotted like the feet of toddler pjs. She put the cooler in back with the folded blanket. He got in.